It’s Mothering Sunday soon and I hate it.
I hate it cos I don’t have kids and its one of many Sundays of
the year this is pointed out to me.
I hate that I hate it too, cos I love my mother, mother-in-law, and my grandmothers,
my Godmothers and the other women (and non-women) who mother me.
I hate it cos when I say I hate it someone will undoubtedly
tell me that I mother people in my own way and I don’t need kids, either biological
or adopted to mother and that I’m such a nurturing character.
I hate it cos someone will undoubtedly tell me their miracle
story of how they became a mother.
I hate it cos it means I hate flowers and every other day of
the year I love being given flowers by people who love me, but these ones are
look-you-don’t-have-children-daffs.
I hate it cos the church somehow thinks its important to
have female preachers that day.
I hate it cos there are so many other reasons people struggle
with it as well as childlessness and its rough on most of us one way or
another.
This Sunday, thankfully I don’t have to go to church, but
that is probably the last time I can get away with that. So I'll look after myself at home.
